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Hayley Schiete Feb 2014
I had a dream where I faced someone I had complications with, I was looking at God. He told me he would tell me anything I wanted to know, know about myself. Squinting my eyes I spoke, "Who is my soulmate?" That's when the floor cracked and I saw into your living room from above, you were asleep on the couch, I wasn't shocked. I shook my head in disbelief and said, "God, if we were really soulmates, how come he left a scar on my soul rather than completing my half empty persona?" He scanned my body and told me, "Hayley, sometimes these things are difficult. Your doubt and uncertainty is much like what you have about me. You let people in just to take a part of you, a part of you that you may not be willing to share. This man has a part of you, and he hasn't let it go, he hasn't let you go. He doesn't want to. If his body was filled with red, you would be the sea blue standing out, alive and bright." That's when God tore my skin, and revealed my muscles and joints. He revealed my blue body and pointed at the red. That's when I made it my mission to get my blue back, and to give your red back. That's when I decided to make purple fluidly, and not have our souls separate like oil and water.
Hayley Schiete Feb 2014
my social worker
when he was dying
always told me
"prepare for the worst,
if you don't want the worst"

i know she's a professional
qualified and probably underpaid
but looking back
she gave some ****** advice
because out of all the days
i've been blessed with your being
i expected to:
fall hard
love gently
cry hard
and then
hardly love

but you, babe
were quite the opposite
i fell hard
love hard
hardly cry
hardly think about
hardly loving you
simply because
it's impossible
almost as impossible
as the worst
coming out
of you
Hayley Schiete Feb 2014
a&b
you and i
are point a
and point b
we're lucky
we're not separated
by seas

we're entangled
in these miles
paved with love
and hopeful smiles
miles ache our hearts
but at least
we're smart
about reality
and what it may
hold
but reality won't stop
point a
from holding
point b
or point b
from holding
point a
Hayley Schiete Feb 2014
I've never met someone as thought provoking as you
I wake up at 5 am or 2 pm thinking of you
I fall asleep at 5 am or 2 pm thinking of you
I told you on December 26th that I would write poems about you
Maybe even books
But these poems or books would be stacked in the Children's section
Because I drew pictures instead
Pictures of what I hope to see, what I fear, and what we are
I know it's cliche but really these pictures are worth a thousand words
But I can guarantee you out of the thousands,
I love you so much would be painted at least 600 times
Hayley Schiete Feb 2014
Talking @ 11-12: I'm not here to rap, or have some sorta flow. I'm just here to project my words, the way they were meant to be.. spoken..

[start @ :21]
I retrace the image of us that you've drawn
I can't help but to photograph just for the memories
I time the seconds in between the breaths you take...
I weigh the heaviness of my heart as I watch you erase
The perfect portrait of what you and I had...

There's still shades of graphite left on that blank page
So I paint a picture of something new
As the pigment covers the canvas
I can't help but to notice
The remains of graphite
Peeking through

[before :53]

Our history is left-handed
Each word that's written
Is blurred with a simple stroke
That graphite is blended into the lines of yesterday...
I type so I can move forward
As my hands click with each letter
I wonder what you're doing//
I'll always miss holding your left hand
And I'll miss the silvered side of that hand
From blurring you and I

[before 1:35]

I crave the attention
I constantly push away
I have no one to blame
But myself
How do you accept something
That you can't grasp?
It's like believing in a God
When you were grown around hate
All I have left to do
Is mourn over something
I did to myself
I'm sorry
something I plan on rapping/talking lol
Hayley Schiete Feb 2014
I blurt out your true perfections
Every time I get overwhelmed by only your presence
You mutter how you're ugly
Nothing special at all
I always fight back
With pretty words and complicated compliments
But if it's true that I can't change the beholder
Then I love your ugly
I love all the imperfections you somehow manage to see 24/7
I wanna see you exposed
So I can I love your ugly the way it was always meant to
Like it was the most beautiful image you've ever laid your eyes upon

You're ugly in the most beautiful way
Hayley Schiete Feb 2014
They say at the age of 7, girls start planning their wedding
At the age of 17, they pick out the right gown
And at the age of 23, they without a doubt know who their best maid is going to be
But at the age of 17 I'm struggling to find the reason for matching rings
Because the material things are just exaggerating promises for something that can part your lips with ease

But out of all the stories I've told
I must admit, I've stretched the truth in the most entertaining ways
I'm not exaggerating when I say I love you
And I'm not exaggerating when I say that potentially waking up to the wall that is your broad back would be the most beautiful sunrise I could ever ask for
I would put my arms around you
Your skin would be cooling from the friction of last night's 1 am hormones
But I'd still hold on and hope to get a burn of some degree
Inspired by Rudy Francisco's A Lot Like You
It's the beginning of a spoken word I've been working on
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